Rigged ▪▫▪ Martin Riggs

Robber, Soldier, Copper, Delivery Man

Angela tossed and turned in her bed, she could smell the dust. It was burning her eyes and her lungs, the rubbled building was dark and the foundations were creaking.

There she found him, and he was everywhere around her.

"Jacob!" Angela shouted sitting up in bed, she looked around in frantic disorientation. Her bedroom was bright and quiet with the soft ticking of a broken grandmother clock.

Angela hide her face in her hands "no, no no, no." She whispered to herself.

With a deep breath she tried to settle her racing heart. Exhaling Angela looked up at the ceiling. "Can't go back to having these..." She said swinging her legs out of bed, she ruffled her hair.

"I'll visit Tracey and the girls today, yes that what I'll do right after work" she told herself.

Work....WORK!

Angela jumped off the bed and hurried to the shower "It's gonna be Rog's first day back! God, how could you even space this Angela!" She shouted at herself.

Riding down the street Angela eyeballed a Lowes store outside was a big fat 50% off sign hanging over a shinning silver grill set. Far larger than any she'd ever seen.

Her eyes followed it until it was out of view, she quickly turned her eyes back to the road with a grin. "That's a perfect welcome back gift, I need to stop at the bank" she thought.

Outside the bank a familiar voice called out to Angela. "Hey, I was just about to text you." Maureen called dashing over from the coffee shop. "Girl be careful running in those heels. I need you to keep me sane, can't have you breaking your back" Angela joked.

Maureen rolled her eyes playfully "please I can run a football field in these" she said proudly. "But, I wanted to remind you we've got a session in two days. You blew off the last one..." Maureen's concern was all over her face as she spoke.

She and Angela had been friends for as long as Roger as been LAPD, ages. After the death of her partner Angela only trusted one person on the list of approved police psychologist, Maureen.

Angela smiled "y-yeah sorry last time I had a thing I just couldn't miss. Plus it's ok, I'm in a good place now. You've fixed me." Angela said after fumbling around her words a bit she put on a bright smile.

"Uh huh...just make sure to have your butt in my office at 10 sharp missy" Maureen said before heading back down the street to the coffee shop.

It wasn't as crowded as it usually was. Most of the time the bank was packed with impatient people grumbling about the lines. "Note to self handle all banking in the morning from now on" Angela thought nodding her head in satisfaction.

As she walked up to make a withdrawal she noticed a pack of masked men burst through the doors of the bank.

"Everyone get on the ground!" They called. Angela rolled her eyes "should have known today wasn't going to be good" Angela sighed slowly sinking to the ground she made sure she had eyes on the robbers.

Laying on her stomach she could feel her FBI issued Sig P320 press against her skin tucked away in her pants. She was ready to act should the chance arrive.

"I am so not in a good place..." Angela though feeling that sense of overwhelming adrenalin rushing through her. Looking around she took note of the 20 some odd civilians in the bank. Her heart raced.

"You're responsible for every single one" her mind told her.

It seemed as if it was taking the police forever to arrive, Angela could only hope one of the six tellers had stayed calm enough to hit the panic button.